Every early morning, Ye Haoxuan always sits in the shop for a while. Although no one comes to see the doctor at this time, in fact, some special patients always like to come and go at this time.
Just after twelve o'clock, Wang Tiezhu had already gone to rest, and Ye Haoxuan was the only one in the entire clinic.
At this moment, the door opened and a woman in her thirties walked in.
The woman looked pretty good, but her face was pale, without any blood on her face, and her body was faintly black, and her body exuded a cold aura.
"Excuse me, are you a doctor?" The woman looked around and saw that there was no one around, so she asked, her voice weak and weak.
Because Ye Haoxuan is too young, and this is a traditional Chinese medicine clinic. In most people's minds, traditional Chinese medicine doctors are old guys with gray hair and beards.
"Yes, it's me. Stretch out your hand." Ye Haoxuan nodded and said.
The woman nodded, then sat in front of Ye Haoxuan and stretched out her hand. In fact, Ye Haoxuan had already guessed the woman's identity as soon as he saw the woman's face, but if he didn't even know her pulse, it would be even harder to convince others.
The woman's wrist can only be described as as thin as a stick. Her wrist was almost as thin as a stick, and blood was weakly flowing in the purple veins on it, as if her body was barely supporting it.
If you are not careful, you will fall to the ground and never get up again.
Ye Haoxuan frowned slightly. This woman's situation was more serious than it seemed. He glanced behind the woman calmly and saw a man in military uniform standing behind the woman, watching silently.
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Looking at the attire, the man behind the woman is a soldier, but his body is translucent, so he is obviously a ghost.
Ye Haoxuan retracted his hand, and then said slowly: "Are you weak, afraid of the light, and weak? Do you have a lot of dreams in your sleep?"
The woman nodded and said, "Yes, I dream as soon as I close my eyes, and the dreams become a mess."
"How long has this situation lasted for you?" Ye Haoxuan asked.
"It's been half a month," the woman said.
"Where is your husband?" Ye Haoxuan suddenly asked.
The woman's expression darkened, and her eyes revealed a kind of pain that was difficult to express. After a long time, she said slowly: "Sacrificed."
The figure of the ghost behind the woman trembled, and he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.
"Take a dose of this medicine every night. Your illness is caused by thoughts. Because your husband is gone, you are too sad and use your spleen for a long time, so you will not sleep well. You can be more relaxed in the future." Ye Haoxuan.
As he spoke, he wrote a prescription, and then grabbed another picture of the medicine and gave it to the woman.
"Thank you, how much is it?" The woman nodded gratefully to Ye Haoxuan.
"Go back, no money is needed, even if it's because of the husband you sacrificed," Ye Haoxuan waved his hand and said.
The woman was startled, then nodded, thanked Ye Haoxuan and walked out.
The ghost behind her turned around and wanted to follow the woman away. However, he moved his legs, but could not move forward. Where he stood, a red star appeared, which was a small soul-binding formation.
It was this soul-binding formation that locked his body on the spot, making him unable to move at all.
When Ye Haoxuan opened the store, he thought that he might encounter some diseases that ordinary people would not encounter, so he set up luck-binding formations here early. Those patients who were haunted by ghosts would use these formations.
"Let me go, let me go, I'm going to find her." Yin Hun struggled desperately, but the more he struggled, the tighter the soul-binding array below became, and finally dozens of horizontal and vertical red lines bound his body.
He was tied tightly so that he could not move at all.
"You are already dead. You cannot follow her, otherwise you will harm her and yourself." Ye Haoxuan walked to Yinhun and said calmly.
"I will be with her even if I die, please let me go." Yinhun roared.
"It's not enough that you're already dead, why should you kill him?" Ye Haoxuan shouted.
"Harm her? How could I harm her? I just want to be with her and don't want to leave her. I am her husband." Yinhun shouted.
"It was true when I was alive, but not now." Ye Haoxuan sighed, "Since you are dead, you should be aware of death."
"I'm dead...I'm dead..." Yin Hun's expression was startled, revealing a confused expression.
His memory gradually expanded, and the scene of the war that day seemed to come to mind again. He murmured: "I remembered that I was fighting with drug dealers, and I was shot... I am dead, I am dead.
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He was no longer struggling, but just raised his head in a daze, stared for a long time, and then let out a suppressed and silent cry.
Ye Haoxuan sighed slightly, "The living are like passers-by, and the dead are returnees. You and your wife are already separated by yin and yang. If you follow him like this, your yin energy will harm her."
Yin Hun nodded, then stood up straight, "I hope you can help her cure her disease and let her live healthily."
Ye Haoxuan nodded: "I am a doctor, this is my responsibility, don't worry, she will get better."
"Thank you," Yinhun nodded gratefully. For a moment, he felt like he didn't know where to go.
"You should go back to the underworld. You should have left after the first seven days. Now you have stayed in this world for too long. If you stay for a long time, you will lose your soul." Ye Haoxuan said slowly.
"But I don't know how to get there," Yinhun said in confusion.
"It's very simple." Ye Haoxuan slowly opened his hands, and a passage appeared in front of the man out of thin air.
"It's past midnight now, and the road to Yin and Yang is everywhere. As long as you want to leave, you can leave at any time," Ye Haoxuan said.
"After arriving in the underworld, where should I go?" Yinhun's expression was a little confused.
"Reincarnation, rebirth, but that is already the afterlife," Ye Haoxuan said with a slight smile.
"I understand, thank you." Yinhun saluted Ye Haoxuan with a standard military salute, then turned and walked towards the uncertain passage. Before leaving, he turned around again
"If you can, tell her that I love her very much. My name is Wang Zhijun." Yinhun hesitated for a moment, then turned around and said.
"If I see her again, I will tell her." Ye Haoxuan smiled slightly.
"Thank you. If possible, help me find a good home for him." Yinhun nodded, then stepped into the passage and disappeared together with the passage.
Ye Haoxuan breathed a sigh of relief. It was a good thing that the ghost could return to the underworld on his own initiative. If he encountered some stubborn ghosts, he might be in trouble again, and he would have to be forcibly sent into the Yin-Yang channel.
And the ghost just now obviously has not lost his mind, otherwise, he will never return to the underworld so easily.
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